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Is it normal to die all? Glad that I am still alive? Fortunately, I am still alive?

Klein shuddered and hurriedly took two steps, rushing to the door, trying to catch up with several policemen and seeking protection.

But he just touched the handle and the action suddenly stopped.

"The police officer said things so terrible, why did they not protect me as an important witness or a key clue?"

"Is this too negligent?"

"Trying, still bait?"

Various thoughts were fighting in Kline’s mind, making him suspect that the police were still "staring" at themselves and observing the reaction.

Thinking of this, he settled a lot in his heart, no longer panicked and panicked, slowly opened the door, and the voice screamed deliberately at the stairway position:

"You will protect me, right?"

Hey, hey, hey, the police officers did not respond, and the touch rhythm of leather shoes and wooden stairs did not change.

"I know! You will!" Klein shouted again in a pretending and convincing tone, trying to make himself behave like a normal person at risk.

The footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared into the bottom of the apartment.

Klein snorted and laughed in the belly:

"Is this reaction too fake? The performance is not qualified!"

He didn't chase it down, turned back to the room and closed the door.

A few hours later, Klein fully expressed his uneasiness, restlessness, anxiety, and unsatisfactory reading of the words of the country, not to relax because no one around.

This is called the actor's self-cultivation! In his heart, he laughed at himself.

When the sun was slanting, the clouds in the sky "burned" and the apartment tenants came home one after another, and Klein shifted his focus to other places.

"Melissa is almost out of school..." He turned his gaze to the stove, lifted the kettle in one breath, stripped the coal, and took out the revolver.

Without pauses and no delays, he reached out to the back of the lower planks of the high and low beds, where there were ten wooden strips staggered.

After sandwiching the left wheel between a wooden strip and a wooden board, Klein straightened up and waited nervously, fearing that the police suddenly slammed open the door, armed with a gun and rushed into the room.

If it is a normal steam world, when he did the move, he confirmed that he would not be seen by anyone. However, there is extraordinary power and extraordinary power that has been verified by himself.

Waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door, only the two tenants met to go to the "Wild Heart" bar of Iron Cross Street, and the conversation was far and near, and then from near to far.

"Call." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and put a heart back in his chest.

Just waiting for Melissa to come back to make the pea stewed lamb!

This thought was instant, and Klein’s mouth seemed to be full of scent of gravy, and I also remembered how Melissa made the tender pea stewed lamb.

She burned the water first, then added the onion, salt, a little pepper and water, and then put it in peas and potatoes for a while for forty or fifty minutes.

"It’s really simple enough to be simple... it’s supported by the deliciousness of the meat itself!” Kline couldn’t help but shook his head.

But this is also a no-brainer. There are many kinds of spices in the civilian family. There are various cooking techniques, which can only be simple, practical and economical. Anyway, as long as the meat is not scorched, it does not break. It only eats twice a week. Even once, people are all good.

Klein can't talk about cooking skills. Everyday is mainly for outside food. But after three or four meals a week, Zhou Zhou accumulates, and he still has a passing standard. He feels that he can't live up to the pound lamb.

"When Melissa comes back and do it again, it will be after 7:30, it will starve her... It’s time for her to see the real cooking!" Klein found an excuse for himself, let The fire was re-ignited, and the lamb was washed in the common washroom, then the cutting board and the kitchen knife were taken out and smashed into small pieces.

As for how to explain the sudden cooking, he decided to push to the ghost of Welch McGee. This classmate not only invited the chef who specializes in the flavor of the sea, but also often pondered the food and invited people to taste it.

Well, the dead will not refute me!

However, hey, this is a world with extraordinary people, and the dead may not be able to speak... so thinking, Klein has a dim sum.

He put the messy thoughts away, put the meat in the soup bowl, then took out the spice box, shaken a spoonful of half-yellow coarse salt, and treasured it from a special small bottle. Take some black peppercorns, mix well with the lamb and salt, and marinate.

Put the saucepan on the stove and wait for it to heat up. Klein flipped through the carrots left yesterday and cut it with the onions he bought today.

When he was ready, he took out a small jar from the cupboard. After opening it, there was not much lard left.

Klein made a spoonful, put it in the pot, fry it and melt it, then pour the carrot and onion pieces and stir fry for a while.

The scent began to pervade, and Klein poured all the lamb into it and carefully fry it for a while.

In this process, I should have ordered some wine, and I have to use wine instead. However, Moretti’s family did not have these extravagant things. Banson could only drink a beer a week. Klein had to be simple, poured some boiling water, and casually do.

After stewing for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put the young peas and the chopped potatoes in, and added a cup of hot water and two tablespoons of salt.

Close the lid and lower the fire. Klein is satisfied and exhales, waiting for his sister to go home.

Time passed by, the fragrance in the room became more and more intense, the temptation of meat, the mellowness of potatoes, and the "freshness" of onions.

The taste gradually mixed, and Klein swallowed his mouth from time to time, and opened the pocket watch to see the minute hand.

After more than forty minutes, the footsteps that are not brisk but rhythmically ordered are close, the key is inserted, the handle is turned, and the door is opened.

"Good incense..." The Melissas had not come in, and whispered in confusion.

She took the bag and stepped in, her eyes sweeping through the stove.

"What did you do?" Melissa took off her hat and paused in the air, looking at Klein's gaze full of horror.

She took a nose, inhaled more aroma, and her eyes quickly softened, seeming to find some confidence.

"What did you do?" she asked again.

"You are afraid that I will waste the lamb?" Klein smiled and asked, not waiting to answer, and said to himself: "Reassured, I specifically asked Welch what to do with this dish, you know, he has a good chef."

“Do you do it for the first time?” Melissa’s brow wrinkled unconsciously, but was tempered by the fragrance.

"It seems that I am very talented." Klein grinned. "It's going to be good. You put a book hat, put a hand in the bathroom, and waited for the tasting. I am very confident."

Listening to his brother's orderly arrangement, watching his gentle and calm smile, Melissa squatted at the door, and did not respond.

"Do you like to simmer a little?" Klein grinned.

"Ah, okay, okay!" Melissa replied, a handbag, a cap in one hand, and rushed into the middle.

Uncovering the lid of the saucepan, Klein suddenly emerged with fog, and the two rye breads were placed on the side of the lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and heat to become soft.

Wait until Melissa packs up the items, washes their hands and washes their faces, and the table has a plate of tender pea stewed lamb with potatoes, carrots and onions, and two brown breads with some gravy color on their respective dishes. in.

"Come on, try." Kline pointed to the wooden fork and scoop placed next to the plate.

Melissa was a bit stunned, didn't refuse, picked up the fork, forked the potatoes, and put it to her lips, taking a bite.

The potato's whitefly and gravy are filled with fragrance, which makes her spit madly secreted. After three or two times, the potato is eaten and swallowed.

"Taste the meat." Klein pointed his chin at the plate.

He has tasted the taste just now, and feels that only the passing line level, but for the little girl who has never seen the market and occasionally eats meat, is enough!

Melissa’s eyes were full of anticipation, and she carefully forked the lamb.

It has been stewed so badly that it has a feeling of melting soon at the entrance, the real fleshy aroma, the wonderful juice flowing across the mouth, filling the mouth.

It was a wonderful feeling like never before, and Melissa couldn’t stop it.

When she returned to God, she had already eaten a few lambs.

"I, I, Klein, this is for you..." Melissa's face turned red and she stuttered.

"I have already eaten it, this is the privilege of being a chef." Klein smiled and calmed his sister, and also picked up the fork and spoon, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing a pea, sometimes putting down the tableware, licking a piece of black Bread is eaten with water.

Melissa relaxed and was re-immersed in the deliciousness of Klein without any abnormal behavior.

"It's so delicious, I can't see you for the first time." Melissa squinted at the empty plate that didn't leave any juice, and praised it.

"Beyond Welch's chef, it's still a long way off. When I have money, take you and Benson to the outside restaurant and eat better!" Klein said that he was starting to feel a little embarrassed.

"You will interview... oh..." Melissa didn't finish her words, and suddenly it was difficult to control the sound of satisfaction.

She hurriedly reached out and covered her mouth.

I blame the fresh pea stewed lamb just too delicious!

Klein gave a sneer and decided not to laugh at his sister. He pointed to the plate:

"This is your mission."

"Okay!" Melissa couldn't wait to stand up, take the basin and rush to the door.

When she cleaned back, opened the cabinet, habitually checked the items such as the spice box.

"Have you used it?" Melissa blurted her mouth and turned to look at Klein, holding a black pepper bottle and a lard can.

Klein smiled and said:

"A little bit, this is the price of delicious."

Melissa was flashing, her expression changed a few times, and she finally snorted:

"I will come to cook later."

"Well... you have to hurry and prepare for the interview, you have to think about the work."